Oh, Mr. Neuvillette. It's good to hear from you again. [He might have made a remark about being fully dressed this time, if they were in person, but — it's the thought that counts.] I take it you've been assigned a new 'card value' as well? A rank and suit?
I have indeed. I am a Six of Spades; I believe that puts me somewhere in the middle.
( not high enough to earn any special privileges, not low enough to suffer needlessly. perfectly mediocre. it's a new experience after so long with the spotlight pointed on him. )
[He'll have to keep an eye out for Neuvillette on the sixth floor — given that he's barely left his suite over the past few days, it doesn't surprise him that he hasn't seen the other man yet. Hermit habits die hard.]
Only my suit is the other one — Clubs. I'm still trying to determine what it means. Have you learned anything?
( interesting question. he'd been busy enough with other matters that he hadn't pondered the importance of the suits themselves, but sunday brings up a good point. )
I have not, no. But I do have some acquaintances here who have been guests of the resort far longer than either of us two. I will ask them when I have the chance and share the results of my investigation with you.
( sunday marching up to the front desk asking to speak to their manager )
With the number of ( guests? no, ) victims that come in, I guess it would be too much to organize. Not everyone's hospitality can match that of The Reverie.
[It makes him consider the acquaintances he knows as well. He hadn't asked, except for when it was obvious.]
I think it would be a good idea, though, to share information as we come across it. So far I haven't encountered anything truly dangerous in this world, but I suppose it hasn't been long enough to tell.
And even The Reverie had its mistakes. [Well, mostly when Certain People came to Meddle, but he sets those past memories aside.] Robin. What were you assigned?
( and somehow she missed him in passing on the sixth floor? testament to how big a building this must be. )
After I'd been assigned, I noticed a mark on my neck that looks new.
( βor is that somehow saying too much? somehow talking about what it covers instead of the magically-appearing, dusty little symbol is... uncomfortable. )
I plan to, yes. I cannot be sure of the House's true capabilities based on what little I have observed thus far, so a physical retaliation would be unwise at this time. However, I have also not found any thorough accounts of the judiciary system here during my brief perusal of the library's texts. Whatever laws hold true in other nations may not be the same here.
( so he can't just sue them into oblivion. :/ )
For the time being, compliance appears to be the best course of action in order to return both myself and my colleagues back to Fontaine.
( he cannot risk the safety of fontaine simply due to his own reclusive tendencies, nor can he burden either clorinde or wriothesley should something happen as a result of resisting his suit. )
[A joke played by the House? First the error in their registration, and now assigned the same rank and suit. It cannot be an accident.
Though he doesn't share where his own mark is, her answer sticks in his mind — what a symbolic place for it to be. How close is it to her scar? What does it look like? His thoughts run too far in that direction against his will.]
( not quite so lucky then β or the kind of luck that would score them a pair, in the same suit, with nothing to really show for it.
... he's really on the same floor then? so close, but there's a thought, when he didn't even show his face the first time they met...
something like, he should have his privacy; this will have to be enough. but it'll take some time to smother the nagging thought that she could be right next to him, so easily here, if she really thought to push. )
It's too early, perhaps, but when I'd waited on guests playing games in the casino, their behavior would sometimes go erratic.
I was told it's because of this suit. Has it affected you?
[It's an incredibly thorough answer. More than that, Neuvillette's emphasis on the lack of law or established judicial system sits with him, a heavier weight — fascination toward a new world's foundation versus the memory of his own.
Fontaine must be the place Neuvillette calls home.]
It isn't that I disagree with your perspective, but...
[There is something familiar in the way this man speaks, the way he thinks, something Sunday can understand. Yet on this he hesitates.]
You don't find the idea of that compliance challenging? The act we're meant to repeat fifty-two times. Though, perhaps it isn't new to you.
I apologize. I'm not trying to be rude. You don't have to share anything personal with me.
( ... right to business, glossing over any facet of his own condition. but it's fair β it's a steady sense of priority to find out about their captivity. and if he weren't okay...
well, she's not sure if she'd ever hear about it. )
I'm sorry, I only saw the marks when they were somewhere more prominent. Faces, or the backs of people's hands at the card tables. So I don't know specifically if it's because of the clubs or just any suit in general...
Back during the party, there was a game. If someone lost a hand big enough, they'd suddenly become agitated. Not because of anger, but I could feel their emotions rising like a crescendo, and I
( ... sent, just a little too soon. the next pause... is a lengthy one. thirty seconds. minutes. like she's waiting for him to fill the blank where she's suddenly stalling. )
( put it like that, the whole thing sounds positively dreadful. fifty-two times, with as many peopleβ¦.he's certain he's never even had an extended conversation with so many people let alone the urge to, well, sleep with them.
and yet. )
There's no need to apologize. If there is anything I cannot answer for whatever reason, I will let you know.
( but outside of a few select facts, there's really not much to hide. )
You are right. It is challenging, especially when I lack the experience so many here already seem to possess in spades. ( the curse of being a 1000+ year old turbo virgin. ) But neither can I sit around and wait for a solution to present itself.
[Her words fall off at a cliff. Sunday waits, but his sister does not go on, and he finds himself locked in that sole moment — hurting to reach across the distance.]
Robin, it's all right. Was it overwhelming?
[They had once struggled as children with this part of their nature, and she is better at it than him, now.]
There are a lot of different emotions around us right now, and they're only enhanced by... features of the House's doing. The suits, in ways we don't understand yet. Don't be afraid of it. Protect yourself first.
You're not alone in that. To give you my own honesty in return, I also don't share the experience that many others in this place do.
[It's like they both ran countries/worlds and had to deal with all of the responsibilities involved and also do not know how to be normal...]
I suppose that puts us at a disadvantage. Personally, I'm exploring other options before I comply, but — you're not wrong to pursue that solution. Perhaps it would even be wise.
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